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We deserved to have scenes of Hope, Landon, and Lizzie watching movies or playing dnd. They definitely make movie night a standard thing, and Hope 100% starts playing dnd with Landon cause he enjoys it, and eventually Lizzie gets curious about it and plays a session with them only to fall in love with the game. They play every week.

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Severance AU - Hope took the severed job to escape her grief over losing Landon, and Lizzie is the woman her severed self falls in love with while at work

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lizzie 🤝 landon

loving hope mikaelson to death, literally

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lizzie 🤝 landon

loving hope mikaelson to death, literally

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Landon & Lizzie + wanting Hope's favorite milkshake while on dates with other people

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Hope x Lizzie x Landon

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Lizzie should've got one s4 scene with Landon just so the two of them could bond over confessing their love to Hope Mikaelson for the first time and having her break their necks five minutes later

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There's enough Hope Mikaelson to go around.

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Handizzie x Parallel

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If handizzie got married, I think their last name would be Mikaelson. Like Landon Mikaelson, Lizzie Mikaelson and Hope Mikaelson.

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Handizzie Valentine's

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One thing about Hope: she will snap your neck if you tell her you love her....

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Handizzie (Hope x Lizzie x Landon)

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Handizzie x dreaming about each other

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Roasting Day 12 - Indoor picnic by the fireplace Legacies - Lizzie/Landon/Hope Warnings: N/A Words: 188

Hope can hear Lizzie and Landon walking down up to the door and finishes the final touches on the display before her. 

“It’s just, like, do they really need to make another Star Wars remake? I know the original stories weren’t that well received in their time, but—”

“No, exactly! Some of those movies weren’t even that bad!” Landon agrees. 

Moments later, the two of them walk through the door. Hope stands in front of the fireplace with her hands folded in front of her. 

“Hey Hope,” Lizzie says. 

“What’s all this?” Landon asks, peeking the blanket behind her. 

Hope steps aside, letting them both see the picnic she’s set up in front of the fire. 

“I thought we could have a quiet night inside,” Hope says. 

“This is wonderful!” Lizzie says. 

They settle down onto the blankets. Hope presents them with delectable sandwiches and the richest hot chocolate they’ve ever tasted. The fire chases the chill from outside out of their bones. 

“So, how was the movie?” Hope asks. 

Hope smiles as they fill the space with their thoughts and rants, before picking up their previous conversation. 

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Celebration Day 11 - Christmas Ball Legacies - Hope/Lizzie/Landon Warnings: N/A Words: 663

“Lizzie, you’re not coming out of there until you’re ready,” Landon says. 

“This is really bizarre and so unnecessary!” she calls back through the bathroom door.

“If she says she’s ready, then she’s ready,” Hope says, still getting dressed herself behind the modesty screen. 

The bathroom door tugs forward, but Landon pulls back with all his might to keep it shut. “Using magic is cheating!” he yells. “And I know she’s not actually ready—she’s just feeling pressured to say she’s ready because she doesn’t want to make us late.”

“Am not!” Lizzie yells back. 

Hope rolls her eyes. “You know, this will only cost us more time.”

She steps out from behind the screen, drawing Landon’s gaze. She’s wearing a bright red dress with a full skirt. It’s long sleeved with a sweetheart neckline and white fur lines the cuff of her wrists and the hem of the dress. Landon is so awestruck by her that he forgets his mission of keeping the bathroom door closed. Lizzie yanks it open, mouth open to say ‘aha!’, but then she, too, sees Hope. 

“What?” Hope says, looking down at herself. 

“You look beautiful,” Landon says. 

Hope smiles. She nods to Lizzie. “You look amazing.”

Landon turns to her. She’s wearing a long, sparkling blue dress. It’s tight around her middle, emphasizing her curves, and flows elegantly down to the floor with a slit up to her thigh. There’s an overlay of sheer fabric with snowflakes on it, adding to the winter theme. 

“Wow,” Landon agrees. 

Hope comes over to him and straightens his red tie. “You don’t look back yourself.” 

“So we can go now?” Lizzie asks. 

Landon narrows his eyes, looking her over. Then he nods. “If you’re sure. . .”

Lizzie looks in the mirror, tucks a stray hair behind her ear, then turns back to them. “Just five more minutes, I promise!” 

“Welcome, everyone!” Freya says from the top of the stairs. “It has been a long time since we’ve held a proper Mikaelson Ball, and I’m glad to have you all here with us tonight. Now, I know you’re all here for the booze and the partying, so I’ll keep this short. To family, those here tonight, and those with us in spirit, always and forever.” 

“Always and forever,” Hope murmurs out of habit. Lizzie squeezes her hand. 

“I hope you all have a wonderful evening.” Freya finishes. 

People clap. Freya comes down the stairs and finds Keelin, kissing her on the cheek. A slow song starts, and Lizzie and Landon offer Hope a hand at the same time. Landon backs down first. 

“You can have this dance,” he says. “I’ll take the next one?” 

Lizzie shakes her head. “No, we can figure this out.” 

She grabs the both of them by the hand and drags them out onto the dancefloor. 

“Lizzie!” Hope squeals, desperately trying to find a place to set her glass down before it spills. 

When they’re in the middle of the room, Lizzie steps up behind Hope, gesturing for Landon to step in front. Arms wrapped around each other, hands in hands on top of hands, they begin to move. Lizzie mimics Hope’s movements, pressed against her. It’s surprisingly smooth. 

“See?” Lizzie says. “I knew we could do it.” 

She leans her chin down on top of Hope’s head, content. 

“Thank you guys for coming here with me,” Hope says. 

“Where else would we be?” Landon asks. 

Hope shrugs. “I don’t know. But even now, the reputation around the Mikaelson’s isn’t always the best. I guess I’m just glad you guys see past all that.” 

“They’re your family,” Lizzie says. 

Hope smiles. “Thank you.” 

For the rest of the night, Hope soaks in the party and the feeling of being around family. She dances, drinks, and laughs. It’s the first Christmas since she was a kid that really feels like Christmas, and it fills Hope up to the brim. She’s nearly bursting by the time the party ends.